I'ma say this and I'ma end mine. If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the ones that suffer in South Africa From apartheid and shit. Damn it you need toStep your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step inAnd start putting some funk in that ass

I got my finger on the trigger so niggas wonder whyBut living in the city it's do-or-dieI got my finger on the trigger so niggas wonder whyBut living in the city it's do-or-die

They wonder where me bailing and don't really understandThe reason why me take me law in me own handMe not out for peace and me not Rodney KingMe gun goes click, me gun goes bangThem riot in Compton and them riot in Long BeachThem riot in they Lakers and don't really wanna seeNiggas start to loot and police start to shootLock us down at seven o'clock, barricade us like BeirutMe don't show no love cause it's us against themThem never ever love me cause it's sport to break the,And kill at my own risk if I mayDelay to spray with my AK and put it to rest

Yes we have. There have been riots, rioting, well I don't wanna sayRioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I wantTo show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street

How many niggas are ready to loot?Yeah, so what you wanna do?What you wanna do?I said how many niggas are ready to loot?Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9

What they told us today, in other words,You're still a slave. No matter howMuch money you got, you still ain't shit

Sitting in my living room calm and collectedFeeling that gotta get mine perspective'Cause I just heard broke me in halfAnd half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row, is bailingLaugh now but cry much laterYa see when niggas get together they get mad cuz they can't fade usLike my niggas from South Central, Los AngelesThey find that they couldn't handle usBloods, Crips on the same squadWith the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob(And break the white man off somthing lovely, biddy-bye-byeI don't love them so they can't love me)Yo straight putting down getting my scoot onLet's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot onAnd come up on me some furniture or something Got a VCRIn the back of my carThat I ganked from the Slauson Swap MeetAnd motherfuckers better not try to stop me'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop

There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowdThrowing things at the officersAnd swinging at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand

How many niggas are ready to loot?Yeah, so what you wanna do?What you wanna do?I said how many niggas are ready to loot?Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9

I got my finger on the trigger so niggas wonder whyBut living in the city it's do-or-dieI got my finger on the trigger so niggas wonder whyBut living in the city it's do-or-die

One-time trigger happy, no nigga love187 time, time to grab the gloveCan't get prints so a 9 I throw awayOr get prints so my Uzi witta sprayPOP POP POP another motherfucker dropAnd I get relief like Pop, pop, fizz.Smash, I crashed his head like a windowI ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indoCreeping with the quickness to the cutBust one to his head while he munches on that donutAnd cracker so now he best to back upI guess I gots ta pack up, filling the clip up, I zip up-Town, the motherfucking cops are all aroundHelicopters flyingThese motherfuckers tryingTo catch me and stretch me on Death RowBut hell no's the poor black refuse to go

This is now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where theseFires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the southEnd of South Central is a long way

The outcome of this is destruction so the more fallNiggas don't give a fuck so them bust and beforeNiggas backing up three black showsNo justice so they copied ya rightAnd here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, meBe too many wigs got me 9 to my tightsSo me bust, flick cause he don't give a fuckAnd me don't give a fucking of my problemsIn with their fuck fuck